Love them and leave them, that's me, Owen Harper. Isn't it?'
I'm dead, I'm numb and all I want to do is feel. Wouldn't you? Feel the flame burning my finger tips and the biting wind, feel all the good and even the bad.
My eyes look up as I go from day to day, holding on to what I have left and when I look up I see her.
Toshiko Sato, smiling her little smile at me looking at me with her eyes seeing something there that I could never see, and maybe all this has made me see her?
My words bite into her, shredding her into pieces digging into an already broken her. My words don't match my mind, just my mouth doing all the talking,
Maybe I see her different, see her in tears saying silly things like 'I love you'
"Owen, want to hit the pub for a pint?"
"Sure, remember not a date."
"Not a date."
It's always a date.
